"He don't look much like a bagman, I think, any ways.

I am sure father would not like you to treat his customers in that fashion." "I am sure he wouldn't like your escorting such customers over Turlock Down alone." "That's father's business, and not yours, at present, Solomon," retorted the girl, tartly; "and perhaps it never may be yours.

You take as much upon yourself because of your new copper vein as if it was gold." "Nay, don't say that, Harry," replied the other, with an admiring look, from which every trace of ill feeling seemed to have departed.

"If it _were_ gold, I should be more pleased upon your account than my own, you may depend upon it.

You think I am jealous, now, of yonder bit of a lad, but----" "I think nothing of the kind," answered Harry, impetuously.
"Well, well," returned Solomon, soothingly; "then we'll say no more about it.